The_Vacancy

That's a knife in the chest, really. A brutal reality check of the world and all of it's problems. Great poem, it depicts the world that people are too scared to admit to or face as a cruel place.

One of my sadder ones, it might not seem so but it was actually hard even to write it. Just about how I have had so many oppertunities and chances at talking to the girl I like, or having the chancesat succeeding in a class I wanted to succeed in but eventually giving up in trying. Basically trying to tell myself not to say goodbye to charisma and confidence and everything inside of me. Hard to explain. Dear Miss Charisma Wherever did you go? I've fought the winds alone Without you, I feel oh-so I feel oh-so low Trustworthy confidence kid Break to me a smile From you, anything's everything Forever goodnight seems Almost worthwhile This gash is opening As insanity brushes outbreak Never say goodbye And as I blister, as I break Never will you cry Don't say goodbye (Please…) And as our holding hands Slowly lose one another Promise to me (Please…) We can take on the weather Take it on together Goodbye, goodnight And dear Miss Charisma Show me some practicality I never meant the things I said So tell me I'm not guilty Please, oh please confidence kid Hold on to my hand Don't ever say goodnight Never say goodbye A fight won't make this right Goodbye, goodnight

Barely a poem. More like the "crummy ideas that swell in my head that I can't write down cause they're difficult and I don't know where to put them so they sit there in my pad and waste space until I finally write a messy flow of all of the ideas and words in one big messy pile." type of thing, you know? And so this is how it goes This is what it feels like To be used To be the abused And this, this is what it's like To be bleeding And bruised At living life - You seem to be amused Swear you couldn't be You wouldn't be The one living this nightmare A love affair With the bullet It slides through the head Panic oozes - Loveliness drips red I'm ten steps ahead So this is what is happening Dreaming dreams Fragment memories broken Indefinitely outspoken World spinning Your face breaks Loveliness falling Occupying the clubs reserve Momentum stalling Swear you had a good run But it must end now Every single way It ends today And so forever goodnight We wish to be right But drama Drama caves in And further we slide We tried, we tried This dark world This sharp life It robs us blind

I'm glad someone liked it. Only one reply and not many reply on other forums either. I thought this was one of my best work yet but oh well. Thanks, Aliec.

She says that's enough Pain is overdue This fight is not worth fighting But that's nothing new She says she's a go-getter But ignorance shadows confidence Typically, oh-so typically Lies have no tolerance No, no So vulnerability tends to insecurity Heartache steals the spotlight Take what you want Cause I don't care You'll still glow bright Glow bright She tells it like it's a romance But it's full of filthy misery She goes "this isn't love" But she speaks with uncertainty So take what you want Take what you need The choice is in your hands The hands of greed So take what you want You'll still glow bright Brightly for me

Thanks for your opinions. Appreciate it.

I've been in your situation. It sucks but the one thing that made me keep going was to keep thinking I would have my up's and down's and believe me, you might be down now but you'll be happy later, the cycle continues. No one necesserily stays happy or unhappy. You're still young. I first really entered depression at about your age as well, it took months for me to really be happy again and you know how I became happier? I spoke to someone. I can't speak to my parents, heck, talk to them and I feel worse about myself. But I reached out not to a proffessional but to just another regular human and she made me feel like I was really something. You might not get help out of your parents but that doesn't mean you have to forfeit and give up hope. Everyone has a reason for being here and I believe, these up's and down's make us stronger. Giving up will not help. You need to keep going, you'll get out of this depressing stage of your life and you'll become stronger and happier. Keep going. Also just because you are upset or crying doesn't mean you are 'emo'. =] Everyone cries, everyone has difficulties, you shouldn't be labelled for being upset to a degree. Hugs and good luck.

This one I just whipped up. What is differant from this was I didn't get any prior ideas - I just started writing. Which means it can have a couple of differant meanings. I didn't try and make a smart intelligent poem with good words, cool rhimes and meanings - I just wrote. My idea of this is I picture this as just a young girl maybe seven or so who has so little to care about, she's just an insignificant little kid. Considering the fact we have terrorism and racism and all of these bad things that shape our world, she's just a small kid making ends meet. Proof of this is she has left her dreams and troubles behind to just buy a ham sandwhich and a two buck lemonade. It's a big world for a small kid. ***** She has her secrets They're pretty dangerous things She's got her tantrums Her anger Her midnight meetings Those shoes, that hair That tangled hair Her lipstick, the eyeliner Those nightmares A coffee shop to live by Her lemonade-stand to hire Scribble-me notepads And dreams on fire Pitch black mascara Whispers and voices An evening picnic in the park So many choices A big world, the small kid With fewer worries in mind World in her hands She's left her dreams behind For a ham sandwhich and - - And a two buck lemonade ***** Comments?

Well done Rozi!, I like this poem. It's realistic and differant. =] Good job.

I like it. It's very simple and quick but it's still a good use of words. I especially like - Good work. =D Does it have a name?

Thanks for the comments. I know, I overused my emphasis. This is the first time I wrote a more happier poem so I really wanted to try something differant, I've never done this before. =P I might have to just emphasis the more important points then. When I typed "Skilful" on Microsoft Word, it didn't show a spelling mistake, though it looked incorrect there was no red underline on the word to indicate a mistake but I'll fix it up now, I will add an "s" to "poem" as well. I don't like to name people in my poems. I like it to be just "she" or "herself" because it always adds character and people can relate to a poem if it is "she" rather then the name of a person so I will keep it with she. =] Thanks for your help, Haven and thansk for the comments Empty and Ailec.

Still on my first draft. With my best poems, I normally go through a couple of stages to perfect it. I write my draft, come back a day later with new thoughts and ideas in my head, adjust it, come back again until I feel I have perfected it. I am not happy with all of the words, but definitely happy with the fact I finally made a love-happy one which is always hardest in my opinion... Going to use bold, itallic and underline to emphasis points. ***** She keeps her *promises* - Zipped up in her purse Like words are *anonymous* They couldn't be any worse No, they couldn't be any worse And the poems she writes They wouldn't make any sense But she doesn't care cause - She says "talent's nonsense" It's a fact, she's not perfect But she shines the brightest With black-stocking "style" She knows her grass is greenest She knows that the clearest And her cowgirl boots are - Well, they're *something* beautiful I bet she likes to show off Like she's something skillful She's something better So she walks around with - With her hair in a tangled mess She knows it's elegant And she wouldn't think any less Think no less She likes to think that she's - She's into "hip" fashion But we know she prefers Photo art, that's her passion It's a fact, she's not that perfect But she shines the clearest Even with mascara-black eyes She knows her world is still brightest It's bright, it's simple ***** Any ideas and thoughts about how to improve it? Also any feedback and comments.

Thanks for your advice. As I just said, I don't want to become rich, money at the moment is something I don't care for. It's not necesserily to become famous, it's to become recognised. The whole idea of becoming recognisable, moving to America to persue a dream has been interfering in my own life, even. It's all I have been thinking of for about four days now. I've not bothered with assignments, some due tomorrow just because I feel so much about this now. In my stomach I feel like nothing, I have no emotions about it but I really want to become someone, an icon, that people can look up to - Someone. I am still not sure what I'd like to do. I've been thinking about persuing a music career, in a band or something. I have these things on my mind, but I am still not sure what I'd like to do with myself. At the moment, I am just a young 14 year old but completely lost and worried about my future. I feel I need to make some big decisions to be someone but I am just too concerned.

Actually, I am only 14. 26 is my post count you were reading. And I have decided to take up the guitar again. Perth only get's mainstream rap but when I am old enough to get to America, I want to leave that option open. Thanks everyone.

Thanks so far. I do not necesserily want to be a celebrity. I want to be everything my parents aren't. I want to do something with my life, I want to be recognised. I want to move to America and live a happy life, doing active things and just making a name for myself. I have always wanted to be famous, not for the money or the 'power' but so that when I die I can at least know that I did everything I had wanted to, I'm respected and known. I don't want to be on my death bed and go "Oh gee, to think, I could have done something with my life. I could have been an actor. I could have taken up music. It's too bad I passed up oppertunities to be someone." It's all I have been thinking about for a couple of days now. Just thinking, this is the time where I need to start making decisions about my future. I would really like to push for moving to America and living, taking on talents. I know it sound stupid to say but I don't want to die and just be known from my work colleauges. I'd dread that. Sorry I keep complaining, don't mean to. I've just been thinking about this for a while and I keep thinking I'm going to end up like my parents.

As silly as it sounds, I want to be famous. An actor. A singer. A band member. A writer. Someone. It struck me when I was watching War of the Worlds, Justin Chatwin who plays Robbie in the movie was only about 20 when he was in it, he was dared by a friend to audition for it and just like that he was working with Steven Spieldberg, Tom Cruise and Dakota Fannings. And when I thought about it, I really wanted to be someone. Like someone known. An actor, singer, band member, a writer. Where I am recognised. My parents are both alcoholics, we're going through money problems, they spend their last moeny on cigerettes and alcohol. I can imagine myself in a similar position, as someone told me, because my parents are alcoholics, I might have the taste for it. I can imagine being in a crumby wrecked family, with a crumby desk job, no money, alcohol, cigerrettes. It scares me, I'd like to do something with my life. Make my name known, you know? The thing is, I live in Perth Australia. Perth is the most isolated capital state city in the world. And I do mean the world when I say that. I can't be in a band, all we get here is mainstream rap. If I wanted to be an actor or a writer, I would need proper assistance - An agent, an adult to help me. I want to be recognised and be someone better but with not much self confidence and living in a small isolated city, I realise it is impossible. Here, thinking like that is so stupid that it's laughable. I think I'd need to move to America but likely my mum and dad would let me persue my dreams? But can anyone suggest where I would begin with acting or music/singing? I've heard you need to get an agent and in Hollywood they "eat you up and spit you out" and it's a terrible place. But I am in a real weird position. I feel if I do not try and be someone or be something I'll go through a downwards spiral and end up like my parents. Wasting my life away drinking. Sorry if it is ramble. My point is, where would I begin with a broad idea as to where I could begin acting or music or singing. I would also like to know now, I realise I can't change my mind when I am fifty and just wish I had done something to make a name for myself.

Thanks Neva and Elveden. My style changes a little bit each poem I write. Depends on my mood. Appreciate the comments.

Foot-high pins and try-to-fly wings This pain that we quench Keeps me down upon my knees Feeling useless, feeling stupid Mister charisma has no good deeds (Pins and needles keep me down) Facing your face is facing a war And to see your eyes infecting mine Is to make me bleed deep inside It's to make up these stupid rhymes And slowly, oh so never-ending slowly I could share with you a gift, one gift The gift of pure pedigree insanity To replace a pocket full of vanity (Try-to-fly wings keep me on the ground) And this love-hate stereotype life Is venturing places I'd never found Worlds of drowning happiness And forever screaming silent sounds I admit, I'm delicate, almost deliberate So one wish, touch me, see me fall Slip through your silky fingers Like flowing oil, burning oil (I'm still happy, or at least I'll try)

I like your use of words, Neva. You've got exceptional talent.

Thanks everyone. So I will just try to talk to them? Guess I can try it. =P What does it mean I am 'in', JJRadical, do you mean they have noticed me / want to be my friend?

Might be wrong forum, not sure where this would fit. I have had two people I really like in a couple of my classes. They constantly turn around and look at me and I do the same thing. Not sure what this means. The two girls I would like to be friend with are in my classes. When ever I turn around, ten to one they are staring at me. Our eyes meet and for a really long one second time we stare at each other then look away in embarressment. At least I look away in embarressment. Last time this happened one of the girls smiled to me before she turned away again so I have no idea what that means. Really difficult when you can't communicate, instead you have to get little smiles and eye stares at each other. One of them I used to knew and wanted to meet me again or so I was told but I am too nervous to say anything even though we always make eye contact. The other girl I kinda like and we always have blank eye-locks and I don't know what it means. Someone told me it was that they wanted my attention or they wanted to talk to me but it's been a couple of weeks now and either it's just a no-confidence thing or we're just both too nervous. Both of them don't talk much and I don't have the biggest up-myself ego character either. What does it mean when a girl gives you a smile and is staring at me all the time? There are two of them, one I knew a while back and the other one just stares at me and I stare at her. Confusing. I wouldn't mind being their friends but what do the eye-stares we do mean? And how should I go about it if that is the case. I wish I knew the answers to every single one of these type of problems. *Shrug*

Thanks for your replies, I don't even remember putting the topic up until I was directed to it through a PM. Appreciate the decent, witty comments and especially from Neva, you seem like an intelligent person with some excellent replies so thanks for your assistance. I've sorted it all out, kinda, thanks.

Thanks Neva and Phoenix. And I am sorry it might be a bit abstract, all of my drafts are. Once I neaten it up it should all bind and become alot easier to read and understand. Neva, I am glad it was such a gripping poem, I don't get people saying that too often about my writing so I appreciate it. Thanks again for the comments.

Something I just chucked up, it is an early draft, so don't expect anything great. ***** This coffee was for the ten hours - Ten hours that I waited Ten hours I died Ten hours I wasted I remember - You used to sing Sing me love as a song But those words don't mean a thing Your words were all wrong Love for you is death for me And death for me is pleasure for you Ten hours I waited is - Ten hours I wasted And you think I love - I love your cute games The innocent mind you play Won't leave blood steins (Not today) And you don't know how much How much I've been dying - Dying to bring you down To catch you crying To see you out of your own game To see you falling I want to feel your pain To see you crawling My time means nothing 'Cause ten hours I waited is - Ten hours I wasted I shouldn't have believed in you ***** Thankies, any comments appreciated.

Don't like someone because they like you. That's not love. If you love someone just because they love you then what isn't love? You like her or you don't, trying to like her because she likes you won't work. You already have a good gift with her, a great friendship. I personally wouldn't toy with it. I have friend that are girls that say they love me and I say that too but we're friends. We realise that we already have a good friendship, you get into a relationship and you might ruin that connection for good.